At that moment, he suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps. Those footsteps were exceptionally distinct in the silent ruins, causing his heartbeat to instantly accelerate. He raised his head alertly, glancing around, trying to find the source of the footsteps.
But everything around was silent; apart from his own breathing, there was no other sound. A wave of fear surged in Shen Jingqi's heart; he didn't know where these footsteps originated from, nor whether they were made by a person or something else.
He slowly rose from the ground, gripping his weapon tightly. His palms were covered in sweat, but he had no intention of backing down. He couldn't just sit and wait; he must take the initiative to strike.
He cautiously moved towards the direction the footsteps came from, each step taken with extraordinary care. His eyes were fixed ahead, not daring to relax in the slightest.
